Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

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the pleading note that crept into her voice. “It feels so good. You both feel so good.”
    Alexei cradled her face in his hands and drew her down to him. When they were nose-to-nose, he changed his trajectory, angling his face to kiss her. The act took Samantha by surprise. Sure, they had both kissed her, but as part of foreplay. This was fucking, pure and simple.
    Still, his lips were firm and demanding. Samantha had already surrendered to them both. She didn’t fight this show of affection. His tongue slid along her bottom lip and she opened to him. Stefano moved in her body, sliding deeper and deeper. Samantha moaned. Cream dripped from her pussy, coating the inside of her thighs and everywhere she touched Alexei.
    They must have communicated using some kind of secret signal because they both started moving in her at the same time. At first, they varied the rhythm, one thrusting in while the other pulled out. It was like nothing she’d felt before. The orgasm blossoming inside her began where most orgasms ended. She knew she would be lucky if she didn’t pass out when she came.
    Samantha whimpered. She wanted to move, too, but they wouldn’t let her. She might have been the novice in this scenario, but she knew what her body needed, and it needed to move.
    Suddenly, she bucked against Stefano just as he thrust into her. It made his gentle stroke harder and deeper than he intended. He froze.
    “Don’t stop.” She pleaded with him. “Please, I can’t bear it. I can’t stay still.”
    He seemed to understand.
    Alexei understood something, too. “You’ll come twice,” he said. “This time.” His thrusts came faster and harder. The rhythm he established with Stefano faltered as both men sought their own pleasure.
    Pins and needles invaded Samantha’s extremities. She felt lighter, like she was floating, yet she could see where her hands made contact with the bed on either side of Alexei’s head. With an unrestrained howl, she came.
    They didn’t stop. She felt like she was being splintered, torn into a million pieces, and still they didn’t stop. “I can’t,” she sobbed, not caring that her words were incoherent to her own ears.
    Her back arched. Her knees dug into the mattress and her feet lifted until Stefano’s body stopped them. She felt Stefano’s shoulder against the back of her head. She froze, momentarily numb to all sensation. Every cell in her body seized for a split second, and then pulsed violently as she came again.
    She heard their shouts, but they came from so far away and they made no sense. Her vision faded to black.

* * * *

    “I think she liked it.”
    Stefano withdrew from her slumbering body as gently as he could. She was going to be sore enough and he had no wish to add to her discomfort. “Yeah,” he said, agreeing with his brother. “She has a bit of a masochistic streak I’d like to know more about.”
    “Stef.”
    Lex was far too cautious sometimes, but in this instance, he was correct. Sammy had to want it. She had to ask for it, and not in general terms. She had to select some of the implements she wanted used on her and she had to approve the ones they wanted to use on her.
    “At least we’re in town for a week. She’s gotta live close.”
    Lex stroked her hair another time before he rolled her over so that he could pull out. “We’re not done with her yet.”
    Stefano scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. He raked his gaze over her naked body. That luscious body advertized danger on every inch of her sinfully smooth skin. She was so incredibly sexy. “No, but she needs a nap. Twenty minutes?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’m going to hit the shower.”
    Lex nodded. “I’ll clean her up.”

Chapter 4

    She woke late. Being a morning person, Samantha’s internal alarm clock usually went off at the crack of dawn. This was a good thing, since she was in the habit of photographing sunrises.
    She liked sunsets, too, but nothing compared to the way watching the

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